Ever since her daughter was injured, it's been almost a month now, Tian Huimin felt like her heart was suspended in midair.
She always worried that her daughter's hand might truly be crippled, and her proud daughter would be unable to bear such a blow, leading to a mental breakdown.
Although it's still uncertain whether her daughter's hand will recover completely, seeing her in good spirits, not despondent or depressed, and instead actively participating in rehabilitation.
Tian Huimin finally felt a release from the tension she'd been carrying.
"Huh? Has your dad been here?"
Seeing a thermal meal box on the bedside table, Tian Huimin casually asked her daughter.
"Yes, Dad didn't have class this afternoon, so he made some bone broth for me."
He Tiantian replied softly, not forgetting to praise her loving, gentle dad, "Oh, and Dad thought I'd be bored, so he brought some family photo albums."
Books and stuff, He Tiantian had already gone through them all.
